My Shortest, But Perhaps Most Important, Post Ever

Imagine your seven-year-old daughter comes to you with tears in her eyes:

“Daddy, Daddy, I’m in such a bad mood, and I don’t know what do to. It’s terrible.”

And rather than reply:

“Let’s see, sweetheart, what can we do about that? Hmm, I’ve got it. Ice cream cones always made me happy when I was your age—hop in the car, we’re going for ice cream!”

You reply:

“That’s okay, sweetheart, everyone has bad moods; they come and they go. In fact, they’re totally normal and there’s nothing you need to do about them.”

As I said, just imagine . . .

Garret